Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#504 - Chapter 503 Double Crisis

"To get Head to spare the other members of his crew, this Zhao guy took out all his savings from the past few decades and kowtowed to all the members of our crew. Only then was the matter completely settled."

Hearing this, the woman finally understood the meaning of "an enemy meets on a narrow road" and pointed to the small bungalow in the distance, saying, "So this is..."

"That idiot Zhao Jiacheng's house. I didn't expect that last night's incident was related to his son. This family really doesn't learn!"

Song Dao sighed and strode forward with his arm around the woman. The others followed closely behind, stopping in front of the wooden door.

Zhao Yue, who was watching a tutorial, twitched her ears and heard the messy footsteps coming from the door. She was about to get up and peek outside through the crack in the door when...

With a "bang," the rusty iron door was kicked open from the outside, slamming hard against the wall.

"Ah!"

The sudden change startled Zhao Yue, who let out a sharp scream, covered her head, and sat down on the ground, staring at the door in horror, watching Song Dao and his group swagger into the room.

"This Zhao Jiacheng is really miserable. He's been working hard in the Sand Sea for most of his life, and now he lives in this dilapidated place. Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Song Dao clicked his tongue and looked around unscrupulously, as if he were back in his own home. His eyes fixed on Zhao Yue.

"Oh, a little beauty!" Song Dao pursed his lips and carefully sized Zhao Yue up and down.

"You... who are you? What do you want!"

Zhao Yue stood up in a panic, grabbed the kitchen knife from the chopping board, and pointed it at Song Dao and his group.

"I've long heard that Zhao Jiacheng has a daughter, but no one told me his daughter was so beautiful!"

"Little sister, tell your brother, how old are you this year? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Hey, hey, you perverts, pay attention to the occasion. The crew has rules. If you want to do anything, wait until the mission is over."

"Do I need you to remind me? Just mind your own business!"

Listening to their conversation, Zhao Yue's fear grew even more, her eyes filled with tears, her hands holding the knife trembled constantly, and she mustered her courage to shout, "This... this is my home, all of you get out!"

"Little sister, what did your father teach you? When guests visit, you should entertain us properly. How can you drive guests away?"

The woman leaning against Song Dao's chest spread her hands and smiled playfully.

"My dad is a Third-Order Forbidden Destiny User, and my brother is a Second-Order Mortal Destiny User. You... if you're not afraid of getting beaten, you'd better leave my house quickly. They'll be back soon!" Zhao Yue's lips were pale.

"Then hurry up and call them back. I can't wait!" Song Dao stepped forward and reached out to touch Zhao Yue's face.

A look of determination flashed in Zhao Yue's eyes. She gritted her teeth, gripped the kitchen knife, and slashed at Song Dao.

Song Dao showed a look of disdain, stepped back and sideways, dodging the sharp blade, reached out and grabbed Zhao Yue's wrist, and squeezed hard. With a "clang," the kitchen knife fell to the ground.

"Little beauty, your brother is a Third-Order Forbidden Destiny User, you better cooperate obediently..."

Whoosh—

Before Song Dao could finish speaking, Zhao Yue, whose wrist was grabbed, raised her foot and kicked towards his crotch.

This action completely angered Song Dao. He pulled Zhao Yue down with a strong force with his left hand.

"Ah!"

Zhao Yue cried out in pain, her forehead hit the ground and blood splattered. Before she could stand up, Song Dao kicked her sideways again.

Bang!

Clatter, clatter, clatter—

The stacked porcelain bowls fell to the ground one after another, and the sharp porcelain shards cut across Zhao Yue's face, leaving streaks of blood.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Yue's face turned red, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, covering her abdomen and curling up under the kitchen counter.

"Brother Song, you're being too cruel. Such a beautiful face, what a pity!" A scarred young man shook his head, looking regretful.

"What? Do you think I did something wrong?" Song Dao turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the scarred young man quickly waved his hand, "No, Brother Song, you misunderstood."

Song Dao glanced at the other party coldly, then turned his gaze back, stood in front of Zhao Yue, squatted down slowly, put his hand on her head, and asked softly:

"Little sister, brother is going to ask you a few things. Answer them well, and brother won't hit you, understand?"

Zhao Yue trembled, bit her lip, and looked at Song Dao with fear in her eyes.

"Where are the other people in your family besides you? What did they go to do?" Song Dao gently stroked Zhao Yue's head.

Zhao Yue stuttered, "They... they went out to sea."

Song Dao smiled with satisfaction, "Very good. Last night, your brother Zhao Long took a young man to a ship rental company to rent a ship. What's the young man's name, identity, and strength? Tell me everything."

Zhao Yue hesitated and couldn't speak for a moment.

In an instant, Song Dao's eyes turned fierce, and his palm suddenly exerted force, directly pressing Zhao Yue's left face towards the pile of broken porcelain.

"Ahhh!!!"

...

The setting sun slanted westward, the warm wind was gentle, and the remaining temperature in the quicksand gradually receded.

Li Chenqiu stood on the deck of the Spirit Fish, his brows furrowed, and a thick layer of dark clouds could be faintly seen.

Zhao Jiacheng pushed his wheelchair and stood beside Li Chenqiu, asking, "Bai Dong, did you find what you were looking for?"

Li Chenqiu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No, not very lucky."

Seeming to hear the annoyance in Li Chenqiu's heart, Zhao Jiacheng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "The Sand Sea is only so big. As long as what you want is here, you will definitely find it."

"I hope so!"

Li Chenqiu rubbed his eyebrows wearily, and a sense of drowsiness suddenly surged into his mind, seemingly because his nerves had been tense all the time.

Zhao Jiacheng asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I have a bit of a headache, I'll go back to my room and rest."

"Okay."

Li Chenqiu turned around and returned to his room, lay straight down on the bed, raised his hand and pressed his sore temples to relieve his fatigue.

At the same time, on the ship where Huang Lin was.

"Brother Huang, their ship is getting closer to us!"

Inside the ship's driving room, a middle-aged man with a stubble turned his head to Huang Lin, who was sitting in the back drinking coffee.

"About how far?"

"Less than thirty nautical miles!"

Huang Lin put down the coffee in his hand, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, got up and ordered, "Let the brothers move, and we will do it when their ship gets closer."

"Understood!"

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the distance between the two ships became closer and closer until the Spirit Fish's navigation radar detected the Broken Sand ship that Huang Lin was on.

"Dad, there is a returning ship ahead, and our course is similar. Do we need to go around it?" Zhao Hu's deep voice came from the driving room to the deck.

Zhao Jiacheng glanced at the sky and shouted, "No, give way reasonably and keep a safe distance."